lost in the forest
Chicken Little cowers in
the gloom, dreaming that
Masses: Kind of Blue 1
the azure sky
falling vertiginously
Chicken Little squawks
Masses: Masses
The woolly gist
of gravity curves space back
into the masses
Masses: Steel
the metallic call
of a bird cutting the sheet
of the evening blue
Masses: There Comes A Time
it’s not as if we
didn’t know the familiar
colors would implode
COVID-19 Diary: 5/14/2020
Topsy and Turvy
bumming out in a lockdown
caterwauling, “Lost
Masses: Inscriptions
rocks, the consonants
of matter, groaning, rumbling
small stones clattering
